Sitting oh so revolt
Perched on the throne of bones
Eyes as wide as the district
Crowned by horns
Come one
And come all
And bear witness
The mass disgrace
Come and take a wander through
All the rubble remains
It kind of makes you wonder
If things will ever start to take shape
From the view of the Baroness and her associates
They never see no wrong
With so many heads pleading with the throne
It's gone on for so long
Let the rats
Fight amongst themselves
After dropping scraps
Down into their deep well
Cower and linger
Confined to space
Referred to as pests
Bowing down to her grace
Step down from that high horse
And let's settle the score
Ruling, conducted, by her distaste
Bear witness to the mass disgrace
Bear witness to
The mass disgrace
The Judge
The Jury
The Executioner
Guilt never truly lands
On shoulders with such heavy burdens
How can so many lives
Rest in the palm of her hand
By order of her majesty
You are always found guilty until proven innocent
On all counts and charges
Against the throne
Unaware of order
The district will prevail
Crown me King
Unaware of Order
The district will prevail
Have we become so f*cking blind
Are we supposed to just fall in line
Accepting the state of your closed state of mind
Are we supposed to just fall in line?